Wuxia: Become the 100-Victory Sword King at the Beginning

Chapter 109: Dawn at the Canyon: Shi Feiyang fights alone against the heroes, showing his might in desperate situations

At this moment, Shi Feiyang was like a god of war, majestic, imposing and unstoppable.

His eyes were wide open, revealing an endless killing intent and determination. That killing intent could burn the enemy's soul, and his resolute eyes could see through the enemy's heart, leaving them nowhere to hide. Every attack of Shi Feiyang was carried with the determination to kill. Every time under his blazing gaze, the enemy felt the shadow of death looming; every roar struck fear into the enemy's heart. The sound of "roar--" echoed in the canyon, the sound waves rolling, shaking the cliffs on both sides of the canyon. In this roar, the enemy seemed to be in the abyss of hell, tightly wrapped in fear.

Under Shi Feiyang's fierce attack, the men in black fell one after another.

Some had their heads scratched, their brains bursting, red and white things splattered all over the ground. The bloody scene was nauseating, and the air was filled with a strong fishy smell; some had their spines crushed, and collapsed on the ground, their bodies twisted into strange shapes, as if they were being manipulated by an invisible big hand, like a broken doll; some had their limbs torn off, it was a horrible sight.

The air was filled with a pungent smell of blood, the smell was suffocating, and the entire valley was filled with this blood.

The first ray of dawn began to gradually appear in the sky, and the faint light was like a gentle hand, gently pushing aside the curtain of darkness.

Sprinkled in this bloody valley, the originally dark valley was dyed blood red, and the earth was soaked in blood. The bright and dazzling red color told the cruelty of the battle, and every drop of blood told the disappearance of life.

The men in black who ambushed Shi Feiyang, Lie Quan and others were all killed by Shi Feiyang, without exception.

The scene was littered with corpses, not a single body was intact, some were no longer in human form, with broken limbs scattered all over the ground. The tragedy was horrifying, like hell on earth, and it was unbearable to look at. The scenes seemed like a true portrayal of a nightmare.

Shi Feiyang stood amidst this pool of blood, his clothes rustling in the morning breeze. Though bloodstained, they only served to enhance his bravery and heroism. His posture remained unshaken, like a towering pine tree, displaying an unyielding will. Despite the ravages of wind and rain, he remained steadfast. His gaze remained resolute, a gleam of triumph gleaming in it: justice will triumph over evil!
With the help of the morning light, Shi Feiyang and others finally saw the situation ahead clearly.

A massive sarcophagus stood silently at the end of the canyon, resembling an ancient monument, emanating a mysterious and eerie aura. A gloomy atmosphere permeated the air, as if invisible eyes were peering through the darkness, sending chills down one's spine, as if being gently caressed by countless cold hands. Several dark figures stood beside the sarcophagus, their figures appearing particularly eerie in this eerie atmosphere. Like the Grim Reaper, they waved at Shi Feiyang and the others, a gesture that seemed to summon death, chilling and like an invitation from hell.

Shi Feiyang looked solemn and whispered to Lie Quan, "Elder Lie, please lead our disciples to retreat immediately. Soon, Jin Liufu and Xiang Kun will come to support us. In this battle, I will deal with them." His voice was low and firm, full of confidence, conveying an unshakable belief to Lie Quan. The voice was like a huge bell, steady and powerful, echoing in the silent canyon.

Lie Quan was originally injured, his face was as pale as paper, and his body was trembling slightly, like a candle in the wind.

He also knew that his martial arts skills were not good enough and it would be difficult for him to play a greater role in this fierce battle.

He waved his hand gently, a worried look on his face. The worried look seemed to say that he was worried about Shi Feiyang, the young chief. In his heart, Shi Feiyang was like his junior, full of love and concern.

Lie Quan led the dozens of surviving disciples to slowly retreat.

But they did not go far, because they were worried about their leader Shi Feiyang. After all, Shi Feiyang was young, only eighteen years old. In their eyes, Shi Feiyang was still a child. How could they bear to leave him alone in this dangerous place? Their concerned eyes always followed Shi Feiyang closely.

Guarding the valley's entrance were experts invited by Black Wind Village. Among them was Hong Changshan, known as the "Ironback Immortal Ape." He was a towering figure, as imposing as a small mountain, and as strong as an ox. He wielded a massive iron staff, which he wielded with great force. Every swing of the staff created a whirring sound, stirring up a fierce gust of wind that toppled any obstacles in its path. The sound was like a howling hurricane, sending sand and rocks flying everywhere.

There is also Li Tianhao who wields the "Soul-Chasing Stick". He is agile, like a nimble cheetah, and his stick techniques are tricky. The slender iron stick is like a snake coming out of a cave, making it impossible to guard against it. Every thrust carries a deadly threat. With a "whoosh", it seems to pierce the air, and the sharp sound cuts through the sky; the monk Xuanyue, wearing a cassock, holds a Zen stick, muttering to himself, seemingly compassionate, but actually harboring murderous intent. There is a cold light flashing in his eyes, hiding endless darkness.

Li Feng, known as the "Flying Eagle", has excellent lightness skills and moves freely in the air like a black lightning. In his hands, a pair of short blades flash with cold light, as if they can cut through everything. The "swish" sound of the blades swinging is frightening, and the sound is just like the cry of a night owl.

"Invincible Sword" Luo Biwang, his swordsmanship is sharp and his sword energy is powerful. Every move he makes goes straight to the vital point. He has an arrogant look on his face and thinks that no one in the world can defeat him; "Sea God Dragon" Sun Meng, is an excellent swimmer and is also agile on land. The trident in his hand is waved with great momentum, as if it can stir up huge waves. The "whoosh" sound of the wave is like the roar of the waves, which makes people's eardrums hurt.

Huang Yuanxiong, the "Spinning Knife" master, used his knife like a flywheel, spinning impenetrably, leaving no room for flaws. The whirring sound was like a whirlpool of death, carrying an endless sense of oppression. At this moment, they rushed forward, pouncing on Shi Feiyang like wolves, their eyes filled with greed and ferocity, as if they wanted to devour Shi Feiyang alive.

Shi Feiyang showed no fear, his eyes filled with disdain. He snorted coldly, a sound like the sound of icy shattering on a cold night. Then he drew his sword from its sheath, a sharp, sharp movement. With a swish, the Burmese sword flew free with a chilling aura, its blade gleaming with a chilling gleam in the dim light. He activated his Mingyu Gong, and instantly, a surge of extreme cold emanated from his body, like a surging undercurrent. The surrounding air froze instantly, ice crystals rustling and forming, forming a thick layer of frost in the blink of an eye, enveloping him like a shimmering armor of ice. He unleashed his Hundred Victory Sword Technique, resolutely engaging these formidable foes. His aura was like a raging fire, vowing to slay all before him, reducing them to dust under his fierce force.

Amidst the flashes of swords and sabers, Shi Feiyang's form was as nimble as a dragon. Every move and form revealed his profound internal strength and exquisite swordsmanship, instantly becoming one with the entire technique. His Mingyu Gong was at its peak, and his entire body seemed enveloped in a faint, icy mist emitting a faint blue glow. This light seemed to possess substance, emitting a biting chill, like a biting wind from an extremely cold land.

Once the enemy's attacks touched this layer of brilliance, they were like hitting a solid wall of steel, banging and deflecting instantly, unable to get even a fraction closer, as if blocked by an invisible, indestructible wall of ice. In Shi Feiyang's hands, the Hundred Victories Sword Technique was even more powerful. Every strike was accompanied by a deafening sound that pierced the air, resembling the roars of dragons and tigers. The sound seemed to rend the heavens, piercing the enemy's eardrums and shattering their hearing.

In the fierce battle, Shi Feiyang's moves were fierce, each one deadly, and so fast that it was dazzling. All he could see was the shadows of the swords, making it impossible to see the trajectory of his attacks. He suddenly slashed with his sword, and the wind whistled, like a sharp lightning tearing through the sky. With a "whoosh", with the momentum of a tidal wave, he forced back several people in front of him. They were blown away by the wind and retreated repeatedly, their faces full of fear. Suddenly, he turned his sword and stabbed the enemy's throat like a lightning bolt. The enemy had no time to dodge or react. With a flash of cold light, he was already at the vital point. The air was cracked by the sharp sword force, making a "hissing" sound.

"Iron-backed Immortal Ape" Hong Changshan relied on his immense strength and showed a ferocious smile on his face. That smile was like a devil appearing in the world, twisted and terrifying.

He swung the massive iron rod, which sliced ​​through the air with a whirring sound, and smashed down on Shi Feiyang with such force that it seemed to have pounded a deep crater into the earth. He roared, "Boy, prepare to die!" His voice resounded like a bell, carrying an immense intimidating force that shook the air around him.

A flash of calmness flashed across Shi Feiyang's eyes, like a cold star in a cold night, bright and determined. He dodged the thundering blow with ease, his movements as smooth and natural as flowing water. The Burmese knife in his hand slashed with a cold gleam, and with a "swish", a deep gash was left on Hong Changshan's sturdy arm. Blood instantly gushed out, gurgling like a spring.

Ouch! Hong Changshan howled in pain, his cry like that of a wounded beast, echoing through the valley and the canyon. His face was filled with pain, and his attack suddenly slowed down, the iron rod in his hand drooping slightly.

Li Tianhao, the Soul-Chasing Stick, seized the opportunity to attack from behind. The slender iron stick, like a nimble venomous snake, pierced Shi Feiyang's back with a sharp whistling sound. Shi Feiyang seemed to have eyes on his back, and his eyes revealed a hint of alertness, like a cheetah sensing danger.

He turned around quickly and swiftly, raised his Burmese knife, and with a loud "bang", not only did he knock Li Tianhao's stick away, but the force was so great that Li Tianhao's arm became numb and he lost consciousness instantly.

Shi Feiyang thrust forward with the knife in hand. Li Tianhao was so frightened that he quickly stepped back. His face was filled with terror, his eyes were wide open, and beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on his forehead, dripping down. In this tense atmosphere, the sound of the sweat dripping was particularly clear.

(End of this chapter)